I hate nightmares like that.' Morning.
I woke up at 5:00 this morning from having a nightmare. I was dreaming that my 16 year old son was getting married. I mean like, getting dressed and ready to go to the wedding. I had known nothing about it previously and was in a panic. He was putting on a sweater under a sports jacket (no prior arrangements for clothing) I kept saying, "You're not really getting married?" He would just say, "Yes, mam." DH was driving him, and didn't seem opposed to it. They had no plans for how they were going to live except that they were going to split up staying over at each other's houses until they got out of high school and could get jobs. They were having the wedding in a funeral home and KFC for the reception.
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